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That finally came out. They'd been sitting in the car; they'd been relaxing for a bit now. Him and Serena and Mel. Just the three of them, as Aiden was now kinda figuring it'd be till the end.

And by this time they all knew the end was gonna come sooner rather than later, didn't they?

"Look, I... sorry girls just like it's like I'm feeling... we're feeling fine about being alive, about waiting... waiting to be killed here, aren't we?"

Aiden was sitting there, and more than feeling it. Fuck all, he was up and embracing it now, wasn't he?

"Since I got this gun half the time I've been thinking about taking off and turning it on me."

He guessed that kinda killed the mood.

"I ain't gonna, not so long as I'm with you two but... we just need one thing to do so it all ain't so fuckin' hopeless, ya know? We got guns and we got a car. We ain't got no food, at least I'm running out.

"I dunno. Maybe we try to go out in some blaze of glory or something."

"I mean God knows back home I was the last guy to get all mopey like this and I apologize, but no... Mel, I don't think it really matters if we're right. But I do think... fuck it. I think that if we're gonna die anyways we might as well make it something that at least MIGHT be right, you feel?"

Aiden turned in the passenger seat to look at Serena.

"I say we drive around, see what we can see. Don't go lookin' for a fight yeah, but one's gotta come to us sooner or later."

Aiden tightened his grip on the gun. He thought a moment about whether he wanted to say anything at first before changin' his mind real quick and glancing out the window himself. Ah, Mel was doing the same thing.

Mel wasn't quite into this. Not that he even needed to tell; she was makin' it obvious enough. But hey, it was the sort of thing you had your doubts about. One thing to mull it over. Another entirely to actually do somethin' about it. Granted, they'd at least given it a go with Alvaro but... again. One thing in the eye of the storm, as they say. Another thing if there were to drive up and see Alvaro sittin' around somewhere. And if he wasn't dead now. But Alvaro, Isabel, someone else, what were they gonna do? Stop the car, announce 'emselves the local posse, and gun them down?

He chuckled at that. Yeah, the three of them?

Aiden quickly turned his head around to Melanie. Looked like she was brooding in the back a bit.

"Hey Mel. I say don't worry. I mean odds are we don't do anything. Haven't done anything much yet, have we? Betcha those fuckers hate that we of all people ended up with the car. The Three Nothings."